The foolish son and the chest Part 2"What is wrong with me!" cried the man confused and scared by what was going on. He tried to close his mouth, but all his knowledge couldn`t make him stop. He brayed and scratched, with warts, no matter where he went or what he did.
That evening came a third knock upon the door, and there stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break.
"My baby is grievously ill," she said. "Won`t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled-"
But the man slammed the door on her.
And now his eyes were filled with tears, as he brayed, and scratched, and cried, and sprouted more warts.
Though no more villagers came to seek help at the man`s house for the rest of the week, he was informed of their many ills. Within a few days he was not only braying, and groaning, and
scratching, and sprouting warts; but he was also choking, and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog.
The man could not sleep or eat with his ills, and nothing he cou